“Books Fall Open Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where, you've never been. Hear voices not once heard before, Reach world through world, through door on door. Find unexpected keys to things, locked up beyond imaginings…. True books will… — David McCord Copy Share Image
“Books Fall Open Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where, you've never been. Hear voices not once heard before, Reach world through world,… — David McCord Copy Share
The decent docent doesn't doze; He teaches standing on his toes. His students dassn't doze and does, And that's what teaching is and was. — David McCord Copy Share
March is outside the door Flaming some old desire As man turns uneasily from his fire. — David McCord Copy Share
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie. — David McCord Copy Share
The cricket's gone, we only hear machines In erg and atom they exact their pay. And life is largely lived on silver screens. — David McCord Copy Share
Metaphorically these essays move as a quiet but observant coast-guard cutter among the rocks and islands up and down the littoral of our life. — David McCord Copy Share
Books fall open, you fall in, delighted where you've never been; hear voices not once heard before, reach world on world through door on… — David McCord Copy Share
A pedestrian is a man in danger of his life. A walker is a man in possession of his soul. — David McCord Copy Share
The high-ceilinged rooms, the little balconies, alcoves, nooks and angles all suggest sanctuary, escape, creature comfort. The reader, the scholar, the browser, the borrower… — David McCord Copy Share
